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| Name: Asram, son of Mercen

| Alias: The Unifier

| Sobriquet: None

| Title: The Conqueror

| Actual Age: 28

| Apparent Age: 28-30

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Human

| Gender: Male

| Height: 182 cm

| Weight: 81 kg, 100 kg with his armour

| Dominant Side: right sided

| Physique: Strong, athelic, and broad.

| Eyes: Blue

| Hair colour: Blonde

| Hair style: See picture

| Skin Tincture: See picture

| Domicile: Kingdom of Gramoria

| Region: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Human, Gramoria

| Occupation: Conqueror, King, unifier

| Nature: Blunt, direct, tactical, stoic, believes in merit and skill before condition of birth and status

| Alignment: Neutral good

| Soft Spot: Glorious battle, subjugating races and clans, managing his kingdom.

| Likes: Fighting, novel things, weapons and armour, new lands.

| Dislikes: Cowardice, clandestine tactics, being questioned or challenged.

Attire --

| Head: See picture.

| Shoulders: See picture

| Torso: See picture

| Arms: See picture

| Hands: See picture

| Hips: See picture

| Legs: See picture

| Footgear: See picture

Gear --

His sword, Dominating Authority, is exceptionally sharp as well bestowed with fire enchantments igniting at it's wielder's will.

His crown of Vigilance serves to grant him magical sight to see that which cannot be seen by regular eye sight. It also grants him immunity to mind altering spells and effects.

His golden armour of Aegis is impervious to normal weapons and can only be damaged by magic or enchanted weapons. It also boosts his physical capabilities to well beyond peak human condition while also granting him immunity to fatigue which means he could fight on forever.

Bio:

Born the heir prince of the Gramorian kingdom. Asram was destined to one day take the mantle of king and lead his nation to glory and conquest. Ever since he was born, he has been groomed to be the perfect example of a man loyal to his country and an exemplar in nobility, etiquette, combat, and many other aspects. In those regards, his father spared no expense in supplying him with the best tutelage and resources to mold him into the man he became. After his father's death, amidst a full blown rebellion and a kingdom falling to pieces, a 25 year old Asram ascended to the throne and set about regaining his territory, land by land and county by county. This bloody business took him about a year until his own kingdom was firmly under his control and the rebellion has been squashed, yet the king saw further ambitions to be fulfilled. He planned to have the whole continent be united under his rule and so he set off on this monumental task. He led his legions against army after army, invading kingdom after kingdom until a span of three years later saw him the king of the whole continent of Anetka, successfully unifying all kingdoms under one banner.
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| Name: Rajash

| Alias: The silver tongue

| Sobriquet: None

| Title: The trickster

| Actual Age: 700-900

| Apparent Age: Can't be determined

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Demon

| Gender: Male

| Height: 200 cm

| Weight: 95 kg

| Dominant Side: Ambidextrous

| Physique: Lithe and bony

| Eyes: Red

| Hair colour: grey

| Hair style: No hair, extensions of his skin serve as hair, protruding at various angles and lengths in a spiky style.

| Skin Tincture: Grey

| Domicile: Shadow Realm

| Region: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Demon

| Occupation: Demon trader, contract maker, dealer

| Nature: Cunning, evil, greedy, backstabbing, mercurial

| Alignment: Chaotic Evil

| Soft Spot: Making contracts and deals with fools, enjoying reaping despair and fear out of his victims

| Likes: Sacrifices, deals, trades, being the winner, complexity

| Dislikes: stronger members of his race, being tricked, losing, missing on an opportunity.

Attire --

| Head: See picture.

| Shoulders: See picture

| Torso: See picture

| Arms: See picture

| Hands: See picture

| Hips: See picture

| Legs: See picture

| Footgear: See picture

Gear --

Mind control

Highest levels of seduction magic

Persuasion magic

Super strength

Super sonic speed

Hellfire magic

Resilient skin, harder than most mortal metals

Rapid regeneration

Demonic body

Demonic transformation

Unconscious aura of dread and authority that is continually emitted by him. (Normal feeble minds will suffer mental problems, sometimes mania, average or stronger minds can resist but will still be disoriented, strongest wills and minds can resist with no negative effect)

Bio:

Demons in the Shadowrealm often are split into two groups, those that lead and those that follow. In both cases, they have but one singular purpose they are hell bent on fulfilling, bloodshed and destruction. This was not the case with Rajash. When born, while the other demons cannibalized each other to evolve and grow, he chose a different route to evolution. He was weak and scrawny even by demonic standards, a runt so to speak and this made him a prime target to victimize, but he possessed sheer intellect and ruthless cunning none of his brethren had at the time. Using his advantage, and his silver tongue, he began weaving lies and words of power, uttering dreams and wishes to any demon who had its attention snared by him. Soon thereafter, Rajash amassed a small army of demons at his beck and call, controlled solely by the power of his voice and the persuasion of his deals and dreams and wishes and they do his bidding so willingly to the degree of martyrdom. Such was his power of influence. At the current date, he is by far the only demon to frequently mingle with other species in a far less violent capacity than his brethren. He does so to derive pleasure from his own version of fun, fooling individual with promises of wealth, power, eternal life, using his tongue to sweeten the deal and lull them into entering contracts with him and surrendering their souls to him. This fatal error leads his victims to suffer an eternity of torment and anguish in his own dungeons in the Shadowrealm whenever he wishes to.
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| Name: Calmyra

| Alias: None

| Sobriquet: None

| Title: The Undying

| Actual Age: 932

| Apparent Age: 26

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Demon

| Gender: Female

| Height: 180

| Weight: 80 kg (without armour) 1 ton 80 kg(with armour)

| Dominant Side: Ambidextrous

| Physique: curvy and busty

| Eyes: full light blue

| Hair colour: shiny black

| Hair style: long unbound hair that reaches the lower back. Length can be controlled at will

| Skin Tincture: Grey

| Domicile: Shadow Realm

| Region: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Demon

| Occupation: Demon Queen, Warrior, seductress

| Nature: Cold, ruthless, logical

| Alignment: Lawful Evil

| Soft Spot: Pleasures of the flesh both man and woman, tactics, strategies, acquiring recognition and fame.

| Likes: Sex, killing, torture, seducing, sucess in her plans.

| Dislikes: Male demons, The Demon King, being underestimated, belittled.

Attire --

| Head: See picture.

| Shoulders: See picture

| Torso: See picture

| Arms: See picture

| Hands: See picture

| Hips: See picture

| Legs: See picture

| Footgear: See picture

Gear --

Mind control

Highest levels of seduction magic

Suggestion magic

World-class strength

Sonic speed

Soul fire magic

Resilient skin, harder than steel

Weaponized fists

Rapid regeneration

Demonic body

Demonic transformation

Unconscious aura of dread and authority that is continually emitted by her. (Normal feeble minds will suffer mental problems, sometimes mania, average or stronger minds can resist but will still be disoriented, strongest wills and minds can resist with no negative effect)

Bio:

Demons are in a continuous state of endless promotion and evolution. Female demons however when born, are only treated as slaves or playthings and a few rare specimens manage to join the powerful ranks of the higher echelon of demons and even then they don't command the respect of their brethren, mainly used for pleasure and entertainment. Not Calmyra. Calmyra has fought since her conception for her right to power and rule, she overgrew her brethren and killed anyone who stood in her way, friend and foe alike. She cared for nothing but power and rank and title in her own way of rebelling against this brutal way of things and mainly to make the Demon King recognize her power. And so all her long lived life, she has fought and killed and seduced and betrayed to the top of her class of demons. In time, she had command of a large swathe of land in the shadow realm that other demon families and clans tried to overrun, thinking a female demon was an easy target but met failure every time. Calmyra, dubbed the undying due to her thousands of bloodthirsty duels in which she emerged victorious and not dead, has now command of hordes of demons and demonettes ready to die for her should she command so. Her wish is to march on the Demon King in a spectacular show of strength and in public force him to acknowledge her power and potential and treat her with the respect she deserves and thus she bides her time until it is proper to act.
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| Name: Methariel

| Alias: The shaman

| Sobriquet: Metha

| Title: Shawa'atha

| Actual Age: 278

| Apparent Age: 22

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Elf

| Gender: Female

| Height: 167 cm

| Weight: 61 kg

| Dominant Side: Ambidextrous

| Physique: Lithe and athletic

| Eyes: Brown

| Hair colour: shiny silver

| Hair style: long straight hair reaching below the butt

| Skin Tincture: Pale

| Domicile: Anetka

| Region: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Elf

| Occupation: Elf Shaman

| Nature: Calm and collected, rational

| Alignment: Lawful good

| Soft Spot: Bonding with nature, training her tribesmen, communing with the forest spirits, training herself.

| Likes: peace, growth, love

| Dislikes: Humans, demons, death, suffering, hatred.

Attire --

| Head: a crown of rust coloured flowers held together by interwoven bands of ashwood and chains of gold.

| Shoulders: None.

| Torso: A green flowing robe with a leather bodice on the outside for protection.

| Arms: See Torso

| Hands: None

| Hips: See Torso

| Legs: See Torso

| Footgear: Studded gladiator boots that wrap up to her ankle.

Gear --

Natural immunity to poison
Average stamina
Bountiful mana and magic power( A shaman)
Nature spells like growing plants, vines, etc..
Concealment spells, illusion spells.
Summoning of creatures like animals and treeants.

Bio:

Methariel was born a elven chief's daughter so that entitled her to special treatment from her peers due to her status and heritage. She did not like it though and struck out on her own into the wide world out of curiosity and boredom. She learned a great deal of many wonderful things but with them also came the terrible and bad experiences she had gone through which opened her eyes to the harsh reality of Lesnuia and wizened her up. After two centuries of wandering, she finally aimed to come back home and she did to find her village unchanged in many ways but still welcoming it's sight and comfort and she finally took up her mother's position that was entrusted to her. She became a shaman of her tribe and strove to protect her village from any invader and shelter its inhabitants from the outside world as well. She felt that her fellow elves should not go through what she experienced.
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| Name: Damaeus

| Alias: Blood Lord

| Sobriquet: Dam

| Title: The Blood Lord

| Actual Age: 399

| Apparent Age: 25

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Demon

| Gender: Male

| Height: 180 cm

| Weight: 77 kg (without armour) 2 tons and 77 kg (with armour)

| Dominant Side: Ambidextrous

| Physique: Fit and ripped

| Eyes: Black with demonic red irises

| Hair colour: shiny Black

| Hair style: long straight hair reaching the mid back

| Skin Tincture: Pale

| Domicile: multiverse

| Region: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Demon

| Occupation: Demon General, Vampire commander

| Nature: cruelly playful

| Alignment: Chaotic Evil

| Soft Spot: Killing humans, blood, raiding worlds, raping human females and breeding them, Gaining favour with the Demon King.

| Likes: Fighting, creating vampires, pleasing Gillian and the Demon King.

| Dislikes: Sorvantes, Love, pathetic heroics

Attire --

| Head: Four black horns protruding upwards and out of his head in demon form, absent in human form.

| Shoulders: None.

| Torso: Black suit covering the whole body with scaled armour with a blood gem embedded in the middle below the neck line.

| Arms: See Torso

| Hands: Black clawed gloves magically imbued with siphoning magic.

| Hips: See Torso

| Legs: See Torso

| Footgear: See Torso

Gear --

-Demonic body

-World-class strength

-Sonic speeds

-Special black suit which amplifies and augments his specific powers.

-Blood bending

-Blood siphoning

-Blood crystallization (can crystallize blood into sharp crystals that rip the body apart from the inside, needs blood from the target to be drunk)

- Soul possession(can command thralls once he's taken a sip of their blood)

-All powers are limited by special inhibitors, when the demand rises, he releases one which opens up more of his power to use.

-Constant unconscious overwhelming aura which can be amplified.(Knocks civilians out within reach, soldiers are fatigued and weakened, the strongest wills can resist it with no effect.)

-Rapid regeneration

-Demonic transformation

-Seduction

-Weaponized fists


Bio:
Sharing an indirect relation with vampires, Damaeus was a demon born in into a noble family of blood magic users who prided themselves on their special skills and scorned and mocked the poor 'imitations' that are vampires. Taught in combat and in literacy and strategy, Damaeus quickly proved to be quite adept at commanding demon cohorts and has successfully raided several worlds with skill outstanding enough to warrant the attention of the Demon Prince Gillian and in extension the Demon King. Appointed a general now and a close aide of Gillian's, he aspires to please him by doing his best to chase down and apprehend Sorvantes the disgraced prince and hopefully earn a suitable promotion for his good work. cbca370177e47efea4671b7da95fae75.jpg
 
| Name: Sorvantes

| Alias: Demon's Bane

| Sobriquet:Van

| Title: The Demon Prince

| Actual Age: 489

| Apparent Age: 20

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Demon

| Gender: Male

| Height: 171 cm

| Weight: 80 kg (without armour) 5 tons and 80 kg (with armour)

| Dominant Side: Ambidextrous

| Physique: Fit and ripped

| Eyes: demonic red

| Hair colour: shiny Black

| Hair style: Medium length wavy hair

| Skin Tincture: Tanned

| Domicile: multiverse

| Region: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Demon, Human

| Occupation: Demon-slayer, World Guardian, Angel-killer

| Nature: Volatile

| Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

| Soft Spot: girls who are not aware of how beautiful they look and are extremely intelligent, all manners of food, fights with his own kind.

| Likes: Fighting, Killing monsters and demons, protecting humans, relaxing, learning, training.

| Dislikes: massacring humans, demons who kill for pleasure, alcohol, smoking.

Attire --

| Head: Black full helm with a vertical red crest

| Shoulders: Intricately designed, three-spiked, black shoulder guards.

| Torso: Black cuirass with underlying red shades

| Arms: Black gauntlets

| Hands: Black gloves

| Hips: Black hip guards

| Legs: Black trousers under Black armoured pants

| Footgear: Black greaves and boots

Gear --

-Demonic body

-shadow-travel

-Shadow bending

-Arch-demon companion

-Shadow spears

-World-class strength

-Sonic speeds

-All powers are limited by special inhibitors, when the demand rises, he releases one which opens up more of his power to use.

-Constant unconscious overwhelming aura which can be amplified.(Knocks civilians out within reach, soldiers are fatigued and weakened, the strongest wills can resist it with no effect.)

-Rapid regeneration

-Demonic transformation

-Seduction

-Blade:

Alias: Blood-Monger

Length: 78 cm, with the hilt

Hilt: A mildly decorated silver round hilt for hand protection

Blade: a double-edged, red coloured blade, infused with demonic powers and certain magical abilities, and it can be used one-handed or two-handed depending on the situation.

Recognized Owner: Sorvantes

Bio:
Sorvantes was once an engine of wanton destruction and rapine plundering as he visited death upon world after world in the name of his father, the Demon King. Alongside him was his equally cruel and sadistic evil brother, Gillian the Black Heart, conquering many worlds both with his brother and as well as alone. This went on for centuries as they invaded planet after planet in order to keep the demon horde active and sustained, satiating their insatiable lust for blood, flesh, and death. It was on one particular world that Sorvantes infiltrated and began to work his sinister machinations to prepare this world for the rest of his brethren. But he fell victim for the oldest of forces, indiscriminate in its power. He stumbled upon a human girl by accident and she showed no fear to him as he planned to kill her which amused him. One thing led to another and he slowly fell in love with the girl, and she saw an opportunity to reform the demon prince and taught him the values of compassion, humility, and mercy. This did not last long as Gillian caught wind of this and when the invasion came, he beat up Sorvantes within an inch of his life and then forced him to watch as he tortured and toyed with his human lover, to the sound of his pained and anguished screams. His final gift for his brother was his seed filling her as he raped her before finally decapitating her and letting her body thud to the ground. Sorvantes raged and yielded himself to his primal side but despite the catastrophic destruction and loss on the demon side, he still was weakened and Gillian beat him back soundly, forcing him to escape shamelessly but not without having his magical powers stripped off him as he hastily opened a portal and escaped to another random world to recuperate, vowing to be the last of his race as he promised death and revenge against them all.
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| Name: Devian

| Alias: White Reaper

| Sobriquet: Dev

| Title: The White Reaper

| Actual Age: 24

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Human

| Gender: Male

| Height: 182 cm

| Weight: 88 kg(without armour), 110 (with full gear)

| Dominant Side: Left-handed

| Physique: extremely fit and muscular

| Eyes: a light shade of blue

| Hair color: Snow white hair

| Hair style: short, wavy and semi-spiky

| Skin Tincture: Pale

| Domicile: Lesunia

| Affiliations: Human, Warrior

| Occupation: Knight, warrior, protector

| Nature: Excitable

| Alignment: Chaotic Good

| Soft Spot: well-endowed girls, gold, fine swords, armour

| Likes: Fighting, training, ale, bar fights, fun, dancing, merrymaking, girls, chocolate.

| Dislikes: Criminals, mercenaries, arrogant pricks, self-righteous bastards, weak women, cowards.

Attire --

| Head: None

| Shoulders: elegantly designed, black and grey shoulder guards with a spike protruding out of the left one.

| Torso: Tight-fitting, layered greyish armour made of tempered steel.

| Arms: Matching grey and layered armoured gauntlets with a bigger elbow guard on the left one.

| Hands: Black gloves
| Hips: Hip guards on both sides that cover a brown belt and blue loincloth

| Legs: Black, layered and armoured greaves from hip to foot.

| Footgear: Black boots

Abilities:

-Efficient and fast reflexes

-Physical toughness

-Mental fortitude

-Large reserves of stamina

-Abnormal strength

- Weapon mastery

-Extreme intelligence in fights

-vast quantities in experience

-immunity to poison

-immunity to cold air

-Blade:

Alias: Wolfy

Length: 190 cm, with the hilt

Pommel: Intricately carved pommel in the likeness of a roaring wolf head

Hilt: Long hilt covered in black cloth and decorated with carved runes

Blade: a double-edged, extremely long blade with a very sharp and keen edge that barely even gets damaged after many a battle thanks to the brilliant effort and craftsmanship into it. Forged with ice and fire and tempered many times over, the blade is uniquely durable and very strong hitting when swung and yet remains light enough to be wield with one handed for its wearer, however in the hands of a novice or a civilian the blade could not be lifted at all.

Bio: Devian was born to a chieftain of the great mountain tribes in the northern regions of the twin grimoire empire where the winds are as cold as ice and cut as sharp as glass and snow blankets everything all year round, making the land very hostile to any living thing and very infertile for human settlement. Despite that, the mountain tribes have made it their homeland and carved out their homes inside the infamously cold mountains and thrived there. Devian, as son of the clan's chieftain, was expected to lead one day and so at an early age he was taught the many essentials needed for leading a clan one day. Hunting, gathering, surviving, and fighting with all manners of weapons were common to Devian, coupled with that his natural cold habitat and brutal training made him grow into a lethally honed death dealer. On one particular day, many years later, an incident happened where an overly-jealous clansman incorrectly framed Devian for the murder of his father at the pretence of wanting to lead early. In his fury of finding out the conspiracy, he discovered the culprit and murdered him in a blind rage, however, that did not help his situation as he was caught killing a clansman and he was accused for his father's murder as well despite his mother's protests which fell on deaf ears. Faced with such blind accusation and with no help or evidence to back him up, Devian fled his mountain home in shame and anger for the first time and ventured into the world with only his armour and his father's gift for him, his sword.

A couple years later, Devian is now a renowned protector of the people as he wanders around the kingdom, helping people in whatever way he can in a way to genuinely help them and in a way to escape his shame and pain of his unfair exile.
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| Name: Gillian

| Alias: Black Heart

| Sobriquet: Gill, Gilly

| Title: The Demon Sovereign

| Actual Age: 489

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Demon

| Gender: Male

| Height: 179 cm

| Weight: 82 kg (without gear), approx. five tons (with full armour)

| Dominant Side: Right-handed

| Physique: extremely fit, lean, and muscular

| Eyes: Demonic red

| Hair color: Onyx Black

| Hair style: Long, shoulder-length hair interspersed with four horns in unleashed form

| Skin Tincture: light tan

| Domicile: Not applicable

| Affiliations: Demon

| Occupation: Demon Sovereign, General

| Nature: Cold. indifferent, logical

| Alignment: Chaotic Evil

| Likes: Fighting, killing anything that provides sport, killing his brother, pleasing his father

| Dislikes: Good, compassion, mercy, weakness, Sorvantes, life

Attire --

| Head: None

| Shoulders: None

| Torso: None, covered in burning runes in unleashed form

| Arms: covered in burning runes in unleashed form

| Hands: none

| Hips: none

| Legs: grey pants

| Footgear: grey shoes

Abilities:

-Inhuman reflex

-Physical toughness

-abundant reserves of stamina

-Abominable strength

-Weapon mastery

-Extreme intelligence

-vast quantities in experience

-immunity to fire

-Shadow manipulation

-Dark magic

-Vast amounts of magic power

-Unconscious aura that kills anyone not strong enough on contact in a radius of 50 metres.

-Weaponized fists

Bio: Born the non-identical and slightly older twin to Sorvantes, Gillian was already destined to rule in his father's stead should anything abrupt happen to end his immortal reign. The antagonizing personality to Sorvantes's, Gillian was raised in the shadow realm and like his father, his power was too great a force to be able to squeeze through the tiny rifts that the lesser demons cross over and thus Gillian spent the four centuries of his life serving his father on other worlds and planes of existence, continuously honing his lethal skills and power against brutal enemies he encountered. Now free at last from all possible conquests, Gillian finally sets his eye to Lesunia, and to kill Sorvantes as punishment for betraying the Demon king and siding with the humans and nothing will stop the Demon Sovereign whose power is second to only the king's as the only other Alpha Omega class other than Sorvantes.
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| Name: Jeredyth

| Alias: None

| Sobriquet: Jed, Jerry, Jeddy

| Title: The Seducer

| Actual Age: 658

| Apparent Age: 22-28

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Demon

| Gender: Male

| Height: 190 cm

| Weight: 91 kg

| Dominant Side: Ambidextrous

| Physique: Athletic, muscular, and broad.

| Eyes: Red

| Hair colour: White

| Hair style: See picture

| Skin Tincture: See picture

| Domicile: Calmyra's citadel

| Region: Shadow Realm

| Affiliations: Demon, Shadow Realm, Calmyra

| Occupation: Warrior, Guardian, Calmyra's concubine

| Nature: Carefree, amiable, kind to the females of his species, indifferent to anything else.

| Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

| Soft Spot: sex, fighitng challenging opponents, learning new fighting techniques, Calmyra's attention

| Likes: Pleasing females, pleasing Calmyra , weapons and armour, new females, new challenges.

| Dislikes: Insults towards females, any form of disrespect towards Calmyra, Calmyra taking on other males than him.

Attire --

| Head: See picture.

| Shoulders: See picture

| Torso: See picture

| Arms: See picture

| Hands: See picture

| Hips: See picture

| Legs: See picture

| Footgear: See picture

Gear --

Weaponized body and fists.

Has a trident that has a detachable head linked by a long chain that he can use for long range attacks when needed. It becomes stronger the more engorged in blood it is and can then ignite with hellfire that does not extinguish if inflicted upon anything.

Resilience

Regeneration

Immense strength

Immense stamina

Immense speed

Demonic transformation

Bio:

Jeredyth was a rogue demon who was once in the service of one of the many demonic warlords occupying the Shadow Realm. He was always a mystery to most who met him, an enigma. He was a bastard son born of rape but he knew not who his mother was, what race, nor he knew who his father was. He only knew they were marked with greatness thanks to his own achievements and his belief that his own prowess and uncanny ability for fighting was dervied from them. As such, he was strong, freakishly so even among the demons but he was not one with ambition. Jeredyth had no desire for power, he did not want to rule anyone or cared for it and so would often find himself serving other demon lords even when he was stronger than them by leagues. His servitude only continued so long as they supplied him with fights, women, and spoils. About the only things Jeredyth cared for until he met Calmyra.

On a certain raid upon the citadel of his master, he was busy earning his keep defending it against scores of female demons. A strange thing and something he hated to do against them since he knew their plight being a servant himself. Even if his servitude was by choice, he just imagined he understood the female's own brand of suffering under the heel of many abusive males. As the raid progressed, the females were unrelenting, even with his apparent strength though, they couldn't go past him even as the citadel around him fell to their assault. Calmyra then made her appearance and beat him soundly after a long drawn out battle that dragged on for days. Calmyra took a liking to the male and gave him a choice, serve her or die here. It was not even a choice for Jeredyth as he fell in love with Calmyra throughout their fight and then and there vowed to serve her body and soul and pledged himself to her for all eternity.

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| Name: Ahad

| Alias: Emperor

| Sobriquet: Ahad

| Title: The Slave Emperor

| Actual Age: 30

| Apparent Age: 29-31

| Date of Birth: Not applicable

| Race: Human

| Gender: Male

| Height: 185 cm

| Weight: 90 kg

| Dominant Side: Right-handed

| Physique: Athletic, lean, toned.

| Eyes: Hazel

| Hair colour: Black

| Hair style: See picture

| Skin Tincture: See picture

| Domicile: The citadel of Light

| Region: Crypha

| Affiliations: Humans, Empire of the sun

| Occupation: Warrior, Ex-slave, Emperor

| Nature: Intelligent, cautious, firm and intimidating but kind and gentle in his own right. Fearsome towards his enemies and benevolent towards his subjects.

| Alignment: Lawful neutral

| Soft Spot: Knowledge, freedom, rescuing slaves, keeping the peace.

| Likes: learning, discovering new things, exploring, peaceful days, exotic foods and drinks, duels, challenges

| Dislikes: slavery, abuse, mistreatment of lessers, abuse of power, approaches against his concubines or women.

Attire --

| Head: See picture.

| Shoulders: See picture

| Torso: See picture

| Arms: See picture

| Hands: See picture

| Hips: See picture

| Legs: See picture

| Footgear: See picture

Gear --

A custom made heavy saber that is made with damascus steel and is engraved with the name of Ahad along the blade itself.

Toughness

Good stamina

mental fortitude

Good strength

Bio:

Ahad was once a nameless slave in the desert kingdoms that dotted the continent of Crypha and since he became aware of himself he has only borne witness to abuse and atrocities committed against those who were deemed weak and conquered. The desert tribes of that region warred constantly with each other. Raiding and capturing women and men for slaves for labour, trading, or pleasure. At one point, Ahad has traded so many masters he truly wondered how he did not die at any point during his turbulent journey. Not much else was known about Ahad but soon enough he took up that name for himself after being nameless for as long as he could remember and when he became an able adult, he decided enough was enough. If he would live like this until he died, he'd rather die now rather than later and in the thrall of his newest of masters, he rebelled. Years later, Ahad sat upon the brilliant throne in the castle within the Citadel of Light that was situated on the largest city on the continent. He had successfully united the desert tribes and kingdoms under one banner, through force and through diplomacy.
 

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